Acquarium Enthusiast, Patriarchy Smasher, Dessert Connoisseur… I write poems sometimes.
Written in 2015
I will never be more than the person I am tomorrow
It is hard to escape reality
Knowing that I am lost to that fate
Wake up WAKE up WAKE UP
To skin and bones
Silence
The lips move slowly
I leap forward
The very first time I ever said hello,
I walked into a glass ballroom with flowing glass ribbons
Beneath me, I thought I could see the tips of her light